Psst! Y'all! It's me, Miss Banshee. I'm under the couch, c'mere.
The World: Why in the name of Merlin's Y-fronts are you under the couch again?
Me: I spent four hours with children yesterday.
The World: Wow. In, like, a venue that wasn't your apartment?
Me: Yep. I left the house. AND interacted with children. Very energetic children.
The World: Heh. How did THAT go?
Me: I'm under the couch, aren't I?
The World: I thought you loved kids!
Me: I ADORE kids. Kids are the best, especially these three kids. These three kids are my nieces in spirit. High spirits. Did I mention the bouncing?
The World: Kids bounce, dude. It's what they do.
Me: They made me vair tired. I slept for 12 hours last night.
The World: Wuss. You were only there for four hours.
Me: I didn't take a Klonopin before going over there. This was a massive error on my part.
The World: But you love these kids!
Me: I DO love these kids. I'm just…a little afraid of them. The BOUNCING. And did I mention the Taylor Swift singing? From the five year old?
The World: The five year old was singing Taylor Swift songs?
Me: One Taylor Swift song. Over and over and over. Whilst bouncing. Boing boing boing. I was so tired.
The World: You were bouncing too?
Me: Are you HIGH? I was just WATCHING.
The World: You are SO overdramatic.
Me: The five year old sang Beyonce's "Single Ladies" as well. And talked a lot about butts.
The World: So what you're saying is, this five year old is pretty much your hero.
Me: That's exactly what I'm saying. But just to be on the safe side…
The World: You'll be under the couch.
Me: I'll be under the couch. … It smells under here.
The World: OH LOOK AT THE TIME. Half past time to go!
Me: You know where I'll be. And I'll be humming that Taylor Swift song.
The World: Righty-o. Later, freakshow.